Blizzard stops play

The blizzard came out of nowhere. One minute the snow was drifting soft and steady; the next the wind howled down the mountain, visibility dropped to less than ten feet, and fat, heavy snow flakes plastered themselves to every exposed inch of skin.

“Time to get inside,” Mark suggests and everyone nods in frozen agreement as the wind chill makes the hot tub too uncomfortable.

You’re still shaking—part orgasm aftershocks, part libido pill, part cold, part ski exhaustion, part sheer overwhelmed nervous system overload. Your legs feel like cooked noodles. Jo has to half-carry you down the steps from the hot tub and across the deck because your knees keep buckling.

The air bites viciously at your wet, naked body. Goosebumps race so hard across your breasts and ass they almost hurt. Your nipples are painfully tight little points; your clit throbs in time with your racing heartbeat, still swollen and oversensitive from coming so hard you nearly blacked out.

Mark and Kate are already toweling off under the overhang, unhurried, amused. Kate’s eyes keep sliding to you—small, shivering, flushed dark from neck to thighs, pussy and ass still leaking slow trickles of the guys combined cum down the insides of your legs. She doesn’t even try to hide her smirk.

“You okay there, little Jack… I mean Jo?” she asks, voice syrup-sweet as she reaches between your legs and gently pinch’s your tiny clit in a motion that is pure tease. You give a little squeal of shock and her fingers get Jo’s cum on them. “You look… thoroughly… fucked girl. I think I prefer you this way.”

You want to snap something back. Something sharp and masculine. Instead a small, mortified whimper slips out. You press your thighs together, trying to hide the mess, but it only squeezes more out onto her hand.

She gently twists and rubs your lips between your thighs. “Not like your former big thick cock is it Jackie girl. So tiny. Sensitive. So tight and fuckable… such a little slut… right princess…” Shame floods you hot and liquid, pooling low in your belly right alongside the libido pill’s relentless simmer.

Mark steps closer, still naked, cock softening but still obscenely thick. He tilts your chin up with one finger. You’re so short now his chest is practically at eye level. He leans down and kisses you, tongue pressing into your mouth. Your knees wobble and your tongue tastes him and dances with his. Kate slips a finger inside and you rise onto tippy toes as he breaks the kiss.

“So,” Mark says, voice low, curious, almost gentle. “How’d it feel, Jackie? Getting double-stuffed in your girlfriend’s tight little body? Two cocks owning every hole while you screamed like a bitch in heat? From where I stood it looked like you fucking loved it…?”

Your face burns and you blink, trying to focus but Kate is too busy teasing your pussy. She seems to relish making you her slut. You try to look away from Mark. He doesn’t let you.

“Come on. Be honest. Do you feel like Jo now? Like a pretty Asian fuckpet who just got used exactly the way she’s built to be used?” His thumb brushes your lower lip. “Submissive little thing, aren’t you? All that big tough Jack energy… gone. Just a needy, dripping girl who came so hard she forgot her own name.”

The words land hard because they are true. This is your former best male friend and you’re are a guy. But that’s not true. Right now you are exactly what he said. And each word made your clit pulse harder, made your inner walls flutter on nothing. Made you exactly what he describes. You hate how wet the humiliation gets you. Hate how part of you, some deep, buried, remnant of Jo wants to nod. Wants to whisper yes, Master, yes I’m your pet now.

Instead you manage a shaky, “Fuck off, Mark.” It comes out breathy. High. Pathetic. You could have just as easily begged him to fuck you. Then Kate slips a second finger inside you gooey cum dripping cunt and you sag. Mark holds you up by the chin.

He laughs softly. “Thought so.” Then, quieter: “Would you like to suck my cock right now if I asked? Clean me up? Taste yourself and me mixed together?”

Your stomach flips. The thought is revolting. And unbearably hot. You struggle to think. Yes. You want to suck him. Desperately. But…“Not after you fucked my ass,” you mumble, voice cracking as you reach out and gently flick his dirty cock. “That’s… gross.”

Mark chuckles again, pats your cheek like you’re a good girl who gave the right answer, and steps back. Kate slips her fingers out and looks you in the eye, grinning as she licks your juices off her fingers.

Jo returns. Where had he been? He’d left you with these two! He’s already half-dressed in your old jeans and jacket. He wraps a huge towel around your shoulders and starts toweling you dry with brisk, efficient strokes. His hands are gentle and he cleans your Nethers tenderly. You stand there shivering, letting him, too wrecked to protest. It feels good to be pampered like this.

Getting dressed is another humiliation but in a whole new way. Slipping the black lace bra on feels foreign against your now tender breasts. The straps dig into your shoulders - you aren’t familiar with carrying this much weight but Jo is and it feels… normal. You fumble the clasp three times with cold fingers before Jo sighs and reaches around from behind to hook it for you. Your nipples catch on the lace and this sends fresh sparks straight to your clit.

The g-string looks tiny. The sodden thin strip of fabric slides between your swollen, slippery folds and nestles against your oversensitive clit, outlining it. You suck in a breath when you pull it up. The back string disappears between your cheeks, still tender and puffy from Mark’s fucking. Every step will rub. Every step will remind you. Every step will excite you thanks to that darn libido pill.

The long puffy coat is a mercy. It covers everything. Almost… the cold air still sneaks under the hem and licks at your bare thighs. You shove your small delicate feet into the Ugg boots. They feel ridiculous now. Cute. Girly. Exactly the kind of thing a princess would wear. “Fuck,” you mutter as you arrange your pig tails.

Jo zips the coat for you, then takes your hand. His palm swallows yours completely.

Mark and Kate wave lazily from the doorway “See you on the slopes tomorrow, princess,” Mark calls. “Try not to limp too much.” Kate blows you an amused kiss.

You don’t answer. You just follow Jo out into the whiteout conditions

The walk back to your condo is brutal. Snow is up to mid-thigh on your tiny legs. Every step is a slog. Wind whips flakes into your face, down your collar, under the coat. Your teeth chatter. Your clit throbs with every clumsy stride. The g-string saws gently at your pussy and tender ass crack. Yeah, you can’t ignore the lingering ache in your ass and pussy. The slow seep of cum cooling on your inner thighs makes sure of that. You’re so turned on, so incredulously shocked by your action and so exhausted at the same time it’s making you dizzy.

By the time you stumble through the condo door you’re shaking, half-frozen and half shell shocked. Jo kicks the door shut, shakes snow out of his hair, and starts peeling off layers like nothing happened.

You stand there dripping, coat still zipped, boots still on, staring at the broad back that used to be yours. “Jo…” Your voice is small. Pleading. “I… I need…”

He turns. Looks down at you. Way down. Something softens in his eyes, but he also looks tired. Bone-deep tired.

“I know, baby.” He steps close, cups your face in both huge hands. “But I just railed you senseless for an hour straight. I’m wiped. You’ve got a nine a.m. private lesson and you’re skiing in that body tomorrow whether you like it or not.”

Your lip trembles. You’re so empty. So achy. So fucking horny still. “But—”

He kisses you quiet. Slow. Deep. Possessive. Then he pulls back. “Be a good girl and go clean up. Have a quick hot shower. Brush your teeth. Get into bed. I’ll be there in a minute.”

You want to argue. You want to drop to your knees and beg. You want him to bend you over the couch and fuck the last coherent thought out of your head. Instead you nod. Small and obedient. You shuffle toward the bathroom, stripping your clothes in a trail. What had just happened?!